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Post by Alex Horan on Feb 7, 2017 16:55:30 GMT
He knew she had a point here, of course he did. He would not want her to run herself down. But then again he could also not blame her. In that case at least. He knew how painful it was to lose someone he loved. It hurt like a bitch. Maybe he would have caught himself again. Maybe he would have managed to catch himself again. Maybe he would have managed to heal enough to live again. But what if not? He looked at her, shrugging, because he knew he would want her to live again. He was just about to say something when she spoke.
And his entire world stopped again.
A baby. A child. What was going on there? They hadn't even... talked about that yet. They hadn't made a decision, but apparently the child made the decision for them. If he was getting that right. He all but froze, body and face as if his mind was still buffering on what she had just told them. A baby. Stress wasn't good for a baby. Hell, he knew that. But hell, he also knew that this was... something that would change their lives forever. And it was something she must have known before she went to Mount Weather.
"You're pregnant?"
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Post by Alex Horan on Feb 6, 2017 18:39:38 GMT
For a moment he just stood there, staring down at the blonde in the bed. He almost lost her. He almost knew what life without her felt like. He knew, because for him she was gone, almost gone. "There is only one reason I am still alive, Faye." He whispered. "There is only one reason I try to survive. Without you... life would be so empty." The past days were so very empty. He only had his work left. And that was truly an empty life. It was existing, not living. It was not worth it.
"I can't, Faye. What do I have to live for when you're gone?" He asked her. "You've given me hope, Faye, hope I didn't have before." ANd he didn't know how to get it back if it was gone. And so he lay down next to her. He might be a bad person thinking like that. He might be pathetic. But he was done feeling guilty for it. He loved her. he loved her so deeply it hurt sometimes, especially when she was gone. She was the embodiment of hope in his eyes. He hoped he would get to keep that hope for a while longer.
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Post by Alex Horan on Feb 4, 2017 20:41:58 GMT
The kiss was so sweet. It was long and wonderful. Warmth spread through him, like he had not felt it since she left for Mount Weather. He had felt cold and empty, only managing to start the fire for his work for as long as he managed to work. As they kissed, his muscles relaxed, his body seemed to finally loose the tension that he had to loose and that meant that the tiredness that he felt, was once more prominent in him. He was slowly coming down from those nerves.
"Can we sleep now?" He asked her in a whisper. He needed that, actually. He needed the sleep so much and he could only imagine what she had to do to get back to him. They should both lay down and hold each other and relax - especially since otherwise she might actually notice how badly he had run his own body down in the past however long it was. "I'm actually quite tired and I just want... to hold you. So can we do that?"
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Post by Alex Horan on Feb 4, 2017 14:55:48 GMT
Then don't do this - he was close to saying that out loud, but couldn't. The situation did not call for that right now. Right now he had to make sure she would be okay. But that was not easy. The thing was that sickness wasn't easy to deal with. But they had to. It couldn't be undone. "We don't know what the future brings, Faye. How this progresses. I... don't even know what is coming." He was strong, he was healthy other than that sickness, of course. There was no reason why he should not last long, upper scale of the time people could have when diagnosed.
"We survived a fucking space station crash. And some weirdly violent bunker dwellers. Not to mention an army of backwards wood people with a bad fashion sense. I think we survived worse than a sickness. And who knows. Maybe our backwards wood people with their dramatic fire dancing in the night decide to burn down the camp tomorrow? Or we find a mine of hydrazine and we all go BOOM tomorrow. All possibilities. Or Go Sci looses orbit and falls onto our heads."
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Post by Alex Horan on Feb 4, 2017 0:12:54 GMT
She wished she could have been there in time. And he was glad she wasn't. Slowly, he pulled her to him, into his embrace, once more wondering how he could keep on forgetting how small she could be in his arms. It really depended on the moment, on her, if she wanted to be small or not. Her body obviously never changed, but the way she held it. And right now, he guessed, she felt small. She sounded like she did. "I am glad you didn't. Because if you did, you might have been dead now. And then you and the cure would be lost. You don't want to lose me... but I don't want to lose you either." And that was the thing that drove him to keep on holding her.
"I'd rather live what time I have with you, than to have forever without you, Faye. Don't you understand? I love you." With all his heart. And he would find the cure. For her. So she would not have o grieve another person. She already grieved her parents and her best friend - despite her best friend apparently not being dead. But it took a toll on her. He didn't want to be added to that list. "We will find something. To delay or heal this."
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Post by Alex Horan on Feb 3, 2017 17:40:23 GMT
"Actually I do know that." Alex pointed out. He did. "I have done research about it back on the Ark. We had an archive of all once currently known medicines on the Ark. Nothing that could heal me was among it. A lot that could lessen the symptoms for times, but nothing that could actually help. But this could. So this was not created on the Ark. This was created after the Arks last update of the medical database. MIR-3's database received the last update before the warheads were launched. They ran a scheduled update mere days before the end of the world, if my data was correct, Faye. That means we had up to date information on medicine for that time. You see where I'm going with this?" He asked her. He hoped she did. He hoped he could take her pain.
"We've seen so much weird stuff down here. Apparently some trees glow. Drugs can turn people into basically zombies now and a newfound medicine from the ground seems to unlikely to you? I bet there is some plant that evolved in sync with some animal, allowing that animal to digest it and do something useful for the plant that affects the lungs. We just have to find it and figure it out. Maybe... some... grounder knows of a plant like that. I might be an electric monkey, honey, but I do my homework."
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Post by Alex Horan on Feb 3, 2017 17:26:23 GMT
"You won't wake up one morning and find me gone." he promised. Ad least that he could promise. That was just not how this sickness worked. It was slowly developing, getting worse and worse until he was a gonner. But as far as he understood it could take years. Given everything, the better air, he could maybe live longer down here. If the peace would hold even the stress would lessen and he might actually be able to relax, with her. He might just live a long life - just shorter than the others. But well that was a matter of perception, wasn't it?
"It's slow." He whispered to her. "My health will deterioate slowly, not fast. It won't happen one night to the other. It can take years. It's... affecting my breathing. I pass out. I can breathe less. But in the end it's not fast. Given the way we live now it's not unlikely it can be prolonged. There is less stress, I am happy, we get different air, stimulating my lungs. And I didn't have any notable worse symptoms. So I think a little hope isn't too far off. By the time I die, you'll probably be sick of my sick butt."
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Post by Alex Horan on Feb 2, 2017 17:25:49 GMT
The crash was unexpected, despite him knowing it was coming. The people on the station had scattered during it and some of the structures collapsed upon impact. A space station just wasn't technically built for crash landing on a million year rock floating in space - at least not one that big. Asteroids of various sizes - mostly small - it could handle. But that big fat green and blue floating rock? No chance. It took a moment of disorientation until he recognized his surroundings, the room he was in upon the crash, the thing he used to fasten himself still holding him, strangely now.
Something was on him and some others. The girl closest to him, some others had more luck than them. The beam was pressing closer to him and her. But it was a miracle. That beam could have killed them, but the impact only bent it, most likely making it a comparatively slow happening, lost to the people who were disoriented by the impact. Like a space station, the human body was not made for impact on big green and blue rocks floating through space. Way too squishy and breakable
"You okay?" He asked the girl - no young woman - next to him. "I mean aside from being stuck under a decorative yet useless beam."
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Post by Alex Horan on Jan 31, 2017 17:59:43 GMT
Alex stared up again, looking at her in wonder. He was surprised how grateful he could feel for her not making it in time. He was unpunctual all the time. For once he was very happy with her being unpunctual as well. It saved her life. But she still seemed so unhappy. And that was soon explained. The cure. It had been in the mountain, but with the mountain gone, so was the cure. But it was just a cure. There was a bigger picture here: Hope remained. Hope, that had died with her and hand't at the same time. Now there was even more of it. As he looked at her, her perfect bright eyes, her golden hair, light around her head like a halo, she looked like an angel, an embodiment of hope. And there had to be hope.
"Screw that." He said. He slowly got up - as to not put a strain on his deteriorating health. But the cure was something that was so close to her heart, he had to comfort her. How could he be her boyfriend if he didn't? But hope also bloomed in him. "Don't you see? There was a cure, down here. Whatever they did, they were limited to the resources of the ground, of their own making and what they had came from the ground. There was no known cure when the world ended, Faye. The cure they had was created somewhere between. Whatever was the main part - it's here on the ground. It's not lost."
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Post by Alex Horan on Jan 29, 2017 18:30:33 GMT
The hell were they doing talking about this to her? It was not their place to do so. They had an oath. And he would have consequences for them. He would not let them get away with just talking about this, while they had no right to do so. But something more important hung in there. She knew. And she felt hurt. Because he hadn't told her. And that was something he never wanted to do. Hurting her was not why he had kept it from her. But he knew no real answer. He knew not when he would have told her. He didn't know, because he didn't even know when he would have finally faced the fact that he really was going to die. They had such a good thing going.
"Faye, my love, please don't look at it like that. I can explain." he whispered as he lowered himself to the ground, kneeling in front of her so he could put a hand on her leg. "I don't know when I would have told you. I haven't even thought about it. Faye, I... since I met you, I didn't even think about my sickness. For the first time since I learned of it, it just felt insignificant, because I was happy, with you. I am happy with you. I never thought I'd have this. And... I even missed the check ups. I just... I feel good with you. I haven't paid much attention to the symptoms either." He had been careless and reckless because he felt bad. But could he be faulted for that?
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Post by Alex Horan on Jan 28, 2017 22:05:18 GMT
"Sleep? SLEEP? YOU ARE DEAD! You're one to talk about SLEEP!!" Alex all but shouted. He felt himself shake, not really able to comprehend the emotions that were going through him. He had worked himself down because she died. She was dead. But she touched him. She was real. Her touch was real. How was that possible. "You were dead." He whimpered. The fight left him. He was way too exhausted for another scream. He was exhausted. He lost her but she was here. Alive and kicking and he had no idea how that was possible. "You died." And he had been helpless. He had wanted to run himself down and had all but managed it. But now she was here. And it was too much for him.
Alex felt himself shake. With a noise he didn't know he was capable of making, he lost his footing, dropping to his knees in front of her. His arms wrapped around her middle and he just held on, as if the moment he let go, she would slip through his fingers and vanish for good. He was shaking, beyond exhausted, but she was alive. The stinging in his eyes gave away how badly he was done. He was crying. "I thought I lost you! I thought... it was my fault! How are you alive? The grounders... the mountain."
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Post by Alex Horan on Jan 28, 2017 18:12:00 GMT
His fingers were cold. He had used them all day, but they were cold, not filled with the warmth that they should hold. He knew why. He knew the pain today, but he also knew that currently there was no proper way to undo the damage. If anything he could stall the symptoms progressing, but he couldn't really be healthy ever again. But it was part of him now. It was really what made him fear earth a little less. He was gonna bite it anyway after all. And so he came back to the apartment, a smile on his lips, ready to greet his girlfriend and enjoy the evening. According to those who thought they knew, the evening would be a good one.
He found his girlfriend on the floor and that was unusual to say the least. She was usually busy. He had known her as someone who didn't just sit there and do nothing. At least not usually. "Why are you sitting on the floor?" He asked her, as casually as he could. He was starting to pack away his belonging, the warmth of their apartment making him warmer. She looked like something was on her mind though. Was it something with her friend? The one who was out there all alone? "Did something happen to your friend? Was she found?"
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Post by Alex Horan on Jan 27, 2017 23:36:14 GMT
He had raged. A lot actually. When they came and told him to take a rest, he had raged. He had been beginning to feel the shaking of exhaustion, his body had started to feel like he might throw up from not having eaten and then it happened: The pain came back. He passed out, but luckily in the company of someone, so he could be woken easily. He was sent back to his quarters. People thought it was just exhaustion, not a serious illness. He didn't want people to know. But they knew Faye was out to get to mount weather and she had gotten there. There were only two survivors. He had seen people go to the memorial, but he hadn't joined them. He couldn't. He liked his denial actually.
Coming back to his apartment hurt, though. It was lonely now, without her. She was the life in her. He never liked being stuck in his apartment much. Not on the Ark, not here. But with her by his side. he loved it. Ever since she discovered it and they got over the initial pains, life was almost too good to be true. And it didn't stay. Not like that. The electrician dumped everything on the table, took of the pants and went to go to bed when he saw it. Her. In their bed. That was impossible. She was dead. He was hallucination. Someone way of his body to show him how stupid he was. "You're not real. I'm just losing it. I really am losing it. GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"
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Post by Alex Horan on Jan 27, 2017 20:03:14 GMT
He was working when someone came to find him. It was some quickly exchanged words, but a message that left him shaking. It left him with emotions he didn't want. It left him scared and wondering what could happen to him in the future. Death awaited him, too. Like it had gotten her. Death would probably reunite them. While it might have been something to console others, it made him feel terribly useless. He had to wait for death to get him. Or he could challenge it. He could work. He could work himself down. He might actually be able to make it a bit faster. It would happen anyway, anyway.
So the electrician ended up working through the night. Unlike other days he didn't even lower most of the current in the wires. Only in those he was actively working on. He didn't want to kill himself on purpose, but damn what was a slight mistake? People made mistakes. Mistakes that could kill. They had to witness some of them. He was never even bothered by the light as he kept on working, not eating, barely drinking and simply fixing lines and reinstalling them to better the Arks infrastructure. Eventually he moved on outside, to work on the solar panels they had planned to set up, not allowing himself a moment to stop or grieve.
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Post by Alex Horan on Jan 23, 2017 16:32:09 GMT
Alex laughed. He was just fixing some electric lines with the head of engineering close by when he heard the tell-tale sound of someone getting a nice little shock by accidentally touching a low current – aka the current running through the lines for him to manage to find the lines that were still there. He was still trying to fix cables and the likes, which meant he needed to be able to find the ones working and the likes. He usually worked alone on Tesla, so he wasn’t actually used to having people around. His low running current had probably given Sinclair a little shock, but he couldn’t bring himself to not laugh as he lay there, tinkering on a line also running on low current.
“Sorry.” He finally announced from the floor. “I possibly should have pointed out that I have the lines still hot.” But he didn’t, because that was how they worked on Tesla so far. Especially him. “It’s just a low current, but that must have stung quite a bit.” He sat up to look at him. If he had too much current running, the guy might have actually gotten some burns, but he was sure the current wasn’t that bad. “You thought I turned all electricity off, didn’t you?”
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